If light were given voice, and screamed, what sound would it make? There’s a moment, when Margo pulls the cork from the bottle, and the Radiance realises what she’s done, that she knows that sound intimately. It is not a sound she can hear. It is beyond the capacity of her ears to process. This […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 44: I Have Seen the Light"Her task complete, the bottle pressed hard against the soft skin of her breast, Margo holds tight to Vespesian’s body, and waits. Cocooned in pain and darkness, she hopes. Tries not to think. To feel. But there is no cure for thinking. Or feeling. Rolf is within her; she can feel him as sure as […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 43: What We Do To Survive"Flagstone. Cold. Unyielding. Bruising soft flesh, and the bones beneath. Still he crawls on, drawn now by the gentle tug against his palm. The bottle. Like calling to like, to antithesis, to equal, to opposite, all unwilling and spitting fury like hailstones. Abrading his mind, they fall and fall, never-ending, such expulsions of hatred, of […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 42: Facing the Light"In the belly of darkness, Margo struggles along, searching. Rolf’s in here somewhere, heart and breath reduced to whispers, but still holding on, still waiting for her to find him, still waiting for his Moe. His agony rings in her like bells, resounding in the marrow of her. She wraps herself in it, taking as […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 41: In the Belly of Darkness"Moe would run. He would run until he broke. Until he could not breathe. Until his heart ruptured within his chest. All the way to Rolf. Into the castle. Into danger. Into the Mother’s arms. Into darkness. The devouring shadow. He would run there freely, if it would take him to Rolf. Instead, he walks. […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 40: Trials and Strange Company"The bottle in his hand is too small to feel as heavy as it does. Moe longs to place it back in the cylinder, hide it, but it refuses to be contained, and it desires other hands than his. He can feel its disdain for his touch; feel its desire to be in hands that […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 39: The Devouring Shadow"Vespesian watches from the castle gates as Margo gives herself up. The scheming bitch. If she thinks that by these actions she can get to the vessel before him, she is mistaken. He has his love to guide him, but here, in the shadow of the castle, it has fallen strangely silent. Climbing the walls, […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 38: Light and Shadow"Down in the Libraryrinth, the Librarian waits. For so long he listened to what came, collated it, and recorded it in the book. Then the man came. The man who was not a man. He came for the vessel. He had to sign for it. Oh but if he […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 37: In the Libraryrinth"Rolf wakes, stifling a scream as nerves driven to hysteria cry out in symphony. Screaming will only make it worse. He moves his head. The crackling of bones and a wave of nausea, deep as seasickness, warn him against trying, but still he persists. He needs to know. Last time he woke, imagining himself to […]
Read more "Umwelt: Darkness Flows Like A River Episode 36: Face to Face"Margo hasn’t taken her eyes off the castle. Those clear-cut as an amethyst green irises swirl with shadows, boil with flame. Moe watches her as intently as she watches the castle. He’s worried. He knows Margo. He knows that look. Behind him, he feels the presence of Kitty, the Seraphim. It’s indescribable, but if you […]
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